Tag: Tragedy
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Thirty Eight
Today, I am 38 years old. Three decades ago, I was celebrating my birthday buried under a blizzard in Ringgold. Four years later, I spent my birthday crossing the Fripp Inlet on a chilly day after a section of the only bridge collapsed between Hunting Island and Fripp Island, where we lived at the time.…
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No rest for the wicked, no peace for the good
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